Writing on the Wrist

Andy sent me a picture today - a picture of his reminder to pray. 

 On his wrist, in black permanent market he has written FK (for Frank Kaleb). 

 Every time he looks down to turn a wrench, or fill out a form, or put his fork in his mouth, or whatever, FK is there to remind him to pray. 

 To pray for healing for Kaleb. To pray for God to move miraculously. To pray for God's guidance. As he remembers to pray for Kaleb, he puts himself, repeatedly, in the presence of the King. Over and over, throughout the day, he enters the throne room. 

 All because of a little bit of ink. 

 I remember when I was a kid we got in the habit of saying "God bless so and so" every time we saw a car that "matched" theirs. I suppose that some would see it as just something that we said, merely a habit, but every time those words crossed my lips, they meant something. I still find myself "blessing" people at random moments, simply because I see something that reminds me of them. 

 There are points in the roads all across this part of the state that bring memories- and memories prompt prayer. Places where I ate with friends. The exit off the interstate with my sister's ex-boyfriend lives. The stoplight where I had my first wreck. The bridge where I pulled over and gave a homeless man some water and a granola bar. 

 Each of those places holds a memory. Each of those places can become an FK on my wrist, if I let it.  

 When God grabs my attention, and points it towards a particular person, I am not going to ignore that prompting, no matter how small it may seem. I want to see the writing on the wall (see Daniel 5) and the writing on the wrist everywhere. 

 Sometimes God asks us to literally WRITE on our wrists. A black permanent market is a very physical sign, saying that we commit to pray over and over. 

 Sometimes God asks for something less tangible. 

 We are asked to come to Him with every concern, whether large or small. We are commanded to lay all of our burdens down at His feet. 

 Some of my burdens get picked up over and over again. I am not always faithful at leaving them resting at His feet. But, I hold to the promise always that He takes my burdens back, no matter how many times I have to offer them up. Committing to praying for something is not the same as worrying it to death - and I have to be aware of that. I am trusting that when God prompts me to write on my wrist, then it is something that deserves my attention. And always, an invitation to join Him in the throne room. How can I even think to turn that down?

 What is God asking you to write on your wrist? Don't ignore Him, please!